The Death Knell

"So, what you're saying is that it's a real alien corpse?"

He went to the next door and reopened a room. In the bathroom, Peter was crying and scrubbing his body frantically, asking loudly to the girls outside the door.

Gwen, who was leaning against the closed door, touched her hair, the ends of which were dyed light pink. She answered loudly amidst the sound of water: "Yes, we got intelligence that aliens have appeared here. That’s why we agreed to come over here after school to investigate!”

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier? You still have to wait until I jump into the alien soup... I feel hairy all over my body now. Will I be infected with some alien virus? Maybe I will mutate and then become miserable. Die like a caterpillar with vitiligo."

No matter how much Peter scrubbed, he could still feel the strong chest of the alien corpse pressing against his back, and the touch of the dead man's hair was still lingering on his fingertips.

The girls outside the door looked at each other and smiled. In fact, they arrived earlier. Gwen and Cynthia had already checked the body. There were no alien parasites or rare germs. They were just simple corpses, perhaps better than most. The living people on the earth need to be clean.

Strictly speaking, none of the five of them are Peter's girlfriends. He is still single.

It's just that in his inner world of crushing on five people at the same time, he 'thought' they were.

The girls were originally a small group of best friends. Although they all had a crush on Peter, it was impossible for anyone to take that step and become a real girlfriend.

Anyway, now it’s even better if we all do activities together, do chivalry together, and keep a certain secret together.

At this time, MJ came over and knocked on the door: "Stop rubbing, even if you peel off all the skin, you will still get the disease you should, cough cough."

"Thanks for the reminder. Can any of you go to the supermarket and buy me a few bottles of Wilson's detergent? The kind with disinfectant effect."

Peter's voice came from the bathroom, revealing unspeakable despair, and then he paused:

"No, maybe it's too late. The process of turning an infected person into a zombie usually takes less than half an hour. Please help me remember my last words. I will leave my computer to Ned and my game console to you. I earned it through my part-time job. Hide the money behind the posters beside the bed in the bedroom and give them to my aunt."

Liz, a kind-hearted mixed-race black girl, couldn't bear it. Although they wanted to make a joke with Peter, now it seemed that he took it seriously and was still scaring herself.

Is he going to commit suicide?

"Sisters, it's almost done."

Mary was the first to nod in agreement. The alien's body was still placed next door. Everyone was doing business at this gathering, not joking around here.

So she pushed aside the 'Latin spider' in front of the bathroom door and knocked lightly: "Peter, we have checked the alien's body and there are no bacteria or viruses that threaten us humans, except for you Aside from being a little gross, jumping into a dead man's bathwater is harmless in itself."

"Really?" Peter was so simple, and his voice was full of surprise: "I won't turn into a zombie, and won't I die?"

Gwen, who had been leaning against the wall, rolled her eyes. After getting familiar with Peter, she gradually revealed her little devil side and became Peter's favorite girl.

"Yes, you can't die. Where did you see the setting that contact with aliens will turn you into a zombie?" She raised her hand and patted the door, interrupting Mary's answer: "Come out quickly, we will die if we wait any longer. Let’s go.”

In fact, they won't leave at all, because if they want to know the ins and outs of this alien, they still have to rely on Peter.

Among the five of them, only Liz has relatively good grades. The other Gwen, Mary, Cynthia, and Marshall are just ordinary female middle school students. You can't expect them to perform autopsies. Just transporting corpses is disgusting enough. .

Boys should come in handy at times like this, so Peter is taking a shower for nothing, and he will be doing an autopsy later.

As soon as he finished speaking, Peter came out wiping his hair and wrapping a big towel. His uniform was also washed by him and hung under the vent in the bathroom, being blown by the fan.

"If you get the body of an alien next time, you should tell me in advance instead of waiting for me to sit in the alien's arms." He looked very tired, as if his kidneys were overdrawn.

Marshall threw him a T-shirt, because Cynthia on the side stared at Peter and swallowed again, which made people feel weird:

"Put it on, we don't have the chance to tell you, right? There are so many people at school, and us girls will be watched when we come in contact with you. And if we send text messages or make phone calls, we are likely to be monitored by SHIELD. You know the secret services love eavesdropping."

Peter took off the clothes wrapped around his head and put it on his body: "You mean, we found the body of an alien, but none of you are going to tell it, not to SHIELD, not to tell Avengers, it’s up to us to find the alien’s killer by ourselves?”

"No, Peter, we don't care who killed the alien, but something else." Gwen Xin brought a towel over and asked Peter to wipe his hair: "Look, aliens can't just rely on their feet. Jump to Earth? Shouldn't he...have a vehicle?"

Peter suddenly realized that the girls were interested in a possible alien spacecraft.

Thinking of this, he became excited. Among the six, only Liz had the best family. She owned a second-hand car, but she was still closely watched by her father. In the past, it was inconvenient to go out and so on.

And as superheroes, we don’t always have high-rise buildings for you to swing on. If the next big event happens in Washington, do we have to run across the wheat fields in the suburbs?

That's pretty good. At least you can take a long-distance bus to Washington, which takes about four or five hours...

But what if the next battlefield is in Hawaii?

So having a vehicle for your team is crucial, and there's nothing better than picking up an alien spaceship.

It is indeed picking up rather than grabbing. After all, this alien is dead, and his spaceship is ownerless. Finding it and controlling it in the hands of people with justice in mind is the only reasonable way to maintain peace. .

Looking at it this way, this matter really needs to be hidden from S.H.I.E.L.D. or the Avengers, otherwise the spaceship will definitely have nothing to do with the "Spider Alliance", and the adults will definitely use some excuse to get rid of the spaceship.

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"I understand. If he really came to Earth in a spaceship and his body is here, then the spaceship should also be around New York City in this direction." Peter walked aside and picked up the mobile phone on the cabinet, crawling like a snail. He quickly opened the map software: "...Well, I don't have much idea. There are wheat fields and cornfields heading towards New Jersey, but where exactly..."

"That's why we asked you to come." Marshall took out a magnifying glass from nowhere and handed it to Peter, pointing to the wall: "Please, go check the body and see what path he walked before his death, or whether his stomach There's something in it, it's how it's done in criminal investigation dramas I watch."

"I..." Peter seemed to be wearing a mask of pain. He didn't really want to play with the corpse, but when he saw the girls looking at him with 'adoration' and 'prayer' eyes, he was heartbroken. He gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to go and find some sharp tools for me, otherwise I can only use nail clippers to disembowel him, which would be too inefficient."

"Hey! Don't tell such disgusting jokes, it's too perverted!" The girls shook their heads, pushed his back, and returned to the morgue like a train.